Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets ❯ Chapter 2

Title: Secrets: Chapter 2

Author: Ladymynx

Fandom: FAKE
Rating: R

Disclaimer: I don't own FAKE -- that's Ms. Matoh - although if I did I'd make it into an anime series.
Spoilers: Through Like, Like, Love
Warnings: Profanity, violence.

Characters/Pairings: Drake x JJ, Dee, Ryo
Notes: More of a serious Drake and JJ ficlet.

 

 

 

 

JJ fought in his sleep. His hands reaching out - searching --- hoping to find something to grasp onto to stop his endless falling through darkness…

 

He was reliving it all over again.

 

I'm sorry Drake.

 

He came partly awake and was dimly aware of his surroundings. Even in the darkness he recognized where he was and the warm muscular body next to his. JJ ached to reach out but his whole body felt weighted down. He had a vague recollection of Drake taking care of him and of giving him some little pills.

 

He couldn't fight anymore.

 

***

 

The next time JJ woke up it was morning. Rain pattered a soft cadence on the window. It was Sunday. He'd planned to make Drake breakfast in bed and pamper him until he had to go to work.

 

Damn it, he thought groggily. The bag is in the alley.

 

JJ flinched slightly as the awful memory of last night flooded his mind in force. Tears pooled in his eyes but not because of his injuries or from fear.

 

I guess it was too much to ask for his family to like me.

 

***

 

JJ had gotten off work early. The perp had broken down and confessed. Besides Dee, Berkeley Rose was the only person JJ knew that could reduce a perp to a blathering idiot with just a look. Dee and Rose didn't realize it but the two were a lot alike.

 

JJ had enough time to stop at the gourmet food shop he liked where he picked up champagne, French bread, camembert, pasta and sauce and then at the last minute, splurged on some Sevruga caviar. He'd tried to hint at Drake trying it for awhile. Well tonight his reluctant lover wouldn't have a choice.

 

He strolled along with the bag cradled in his arms and thinking of how surprised Drake would be. It was that reason that JJ made the one mistake a cop should never make. He let down his guard and let his mind wander.

 

Therefore he didn't notice the tall muscular figure leaning against the wall of Drake's apartment building until he was practically up on him.

 

JJ halted in surprise. The man didn't recognize him at first and JJ immediately knew why. The reek of alcohol filled the space between them.

 

“What the fuck?” The man peered at him. “Well damn if it isn't you.”

 

JJ knew he was in a bad situation from that moment. He'd probably been waiting, gathering his courage to confront Drake. There was that one consolation. That Drake would be spared any such confrontation. So JJ called on his years of experience questioning volatile suspects and calmly spoke, “Good evening, Frank.”

 

Frank Parker snorted. “That's all you got to say, fag boy?” His words were slurred.

 

JJ didn't even flinch. He'd been called worse. “What do you want me to say?

 

Frank straightened away from the wall. Without taking his eyes off the man, JJ examined his surroundings. There were a few people out and about but they were going about their business and barely spared the two men a glance. Still JJ hoped with potential witnesses Frank wouldn't try anything stupid. He didn't know how long Frank had been drinking or if he was armed. It didn't matter if JJ had his weapon on or not. He'd never be able to draw on Frank Parker.

 

“I came here to see Drake,” Frank said, “trying to convince him to stop fucking around. I know he's just confused. I've been standing out here for hours. Didn't expect to see you.”

 

“Why don't you come up with me and--,”

 

“No,” Frank growled, taking another step forward. His breath made JJ want to retch. “We need to talk.”

 

Before he could do anything, Frank had shoved him into the shadowed space between the two apartment buildings. So much for witnesses. The bag tumbled from his hands, spilling the contents across the filthy pavement. There was an audible breaking of glass from the jar of caviar. For some reason that made JJ angrier than Frank manhandling him. JJ turned to face the man, keeping his features carefully impassive.

 

“Okay,” Frank seemed to take a moment to gather his thoughts, “I want you to leave Drake alone. Get a transfer out of that damn gay-ass precinct of yours I don't give a shit. Just leave him alone.”

 

JJ was treading on dangerous ground and he knew it. “I can't do that Frank.”

 

“Why the hell not?”

 

“Because,” JJ said, “I love Drake.”

 

“Don't say that!” Frank lowered his fists in a violent motion. “Don't ever say that again!”

 

“All right, Frank, I won't,” JJ said. At least not to you. I plan on saying it to Drake for the rest of our lives. Not that he was about to let Frank Parker dictate what he could or could not do. JJ just knew empathy was sometimes the best way to deal with a volatile suspect.

 

“Good,” Frank said. “So you'll stop fucking with his head then.”

 

“I'm not fucking with his head Frank,” JJ said. “We care about each other.”

 

“That's bullshit!”

 

“No, it isn't,” JJ said.

 

“Look I'm not wasting anymore time with you,” Frank said, “You gonna leave him alone or what?”

 

“No.”

 

The rage returned in a fraction of a second. “What?”

 

“I won't,” JJ said. “Frank, please, lets--,”

 

He was much too close now and in a voice filled with menace hissed, “I'm not going to let you ruin Drake's life.”

 

The situation would have been laughable if it weren't so serious. Frank was trying to preserve his brother's honor.

 

“Frank,” JJ made one more attempt to reason with him, “First off I'm an officer of the law, so I'd advised against putting your hands on me.” Not that he'd do anything. It would destroy Drake if his brother was arrested. “Second think of Drake. How do you think he'll react to your hurting me?”

 

His words seemed to register in some part of Frank's inebriated brain. His head raised and his eyes were filled with despair. “Why can't you leave him alone?” There was a sob in his voice. “You fucking queer bastard. Do you know what will happen?”

 

“No, I don't. What do you think will happen?”

 

“Don't be stupid!” Frank took him painfully by the shoulders. He'll lose everything! His job, his rep and people will know what you two do together! You want my kids to look at him and think of all the filthy things you do?”

 

“Whatever we do together is our business Frank,” JJ said reasonably. “We don't care--,”

 

“I care!”

 

“I mean to say,” JJ continued, “That Drake and I are happy together. We want to be together.”

 

“He can be happy with a woman!”

 

“He wants me!” It was the first force JJ put into his voice. He was getting tired of trying to reason with the man. He'd only hung on this long for Drake. “And nothing you do or say will change that!”

 

Frank's face twisted in hate-filled sneer and even though JJ knew what was coming he was still surprised when it happened. Frank drove a fist into JJ's stomach. Crap, he hadn't been hit that hard in the stomach since--,

 

Frank drove him against the wall and began to hammer at him. Despite the fact that Frank was larger than he was, JJ had taken down suspects of his size in the past. He knew he could have subdued Frank or at least defended himself until he could get some backup. But he didn't. Drake loved Frank and JJ loved Drake.

 

So he took every blow.

 

For awhile, JJ was able to raise his arms to protect his face but soon they hung limp to his sides. He slid down the length of the wall in an ungainly heap. Dimly through the red haze of pain JJ realized that Frank was no longer conscious of what he was doing.

 

When Frank's rage was spent, the man planted both his hands flat against the wall, leaned over JJ and began to cry. Some of his hot salty tears fell on JJ's face.

 

“I -- won't say - anything.”

 

The next thing he knew he was alone in the alley. He didn't know how but he managed to crawl back out onto the sidewalk and lift himself up, using the apartment wall for support. People walking by gave him a wide berth.

 

JJ dragged himself into the foyer. Once there he found he couldn't move another step. His cell phone was still in his back pocket. Drake's number was one on speed dial.

 

He kept his promise. He didn't tell Drake who it was although JJ had not had the strength to hide the fact that he knew. He wouldn't hurt Drake that way. He'd caused Drake enough trouble already.

 

*

 

It was too much trouble to move to wipe his own salty tears from his face. Drake slept peacefully on his stomach, his arm thrown carelessly across his face. JJ loved everything about that face. He wasn't a pretty-boy like Ryo or Rose or action-hero handsome like Dee. Drake Parker was beautiful in his own way. Ruggedly handsome, somewhat scarred by life. It was a face with character. Damn he loved Drake so much and he liked to believe Drake loved him too, even though his partner had never said so.

 

What would it do to Drake if he found out his own brother had assaulted JJ?

 

JJ didn't even want to comprehend it.

 

And yet, JJ couldn't deny that Drake was a good cop and an even better detective. Would he eventually figure it out?

 

Had he already?